A Boy From Slytherin | Draco Malfoy X Reader

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Trigger Warning: Mentions of an eating disorder

Another warning: I was high while writing the first bit of this chapter soo....anyways, read on I guess

Y/n's POV

"Pansy...it isn't what you think," I tried as soon I saw that she knew what I just did.

"Y/n...I knew it. Oh god...are you okay?" she worried, she knelt next to me and put her hand on my shoulder. I knew there wasn't a point in lying to her, she saw with her own eyes and I know she isn't dumb.

I thought about he question, really thought about it, before answering. Her face told me she was very worried, I hated it. I hated making my friends worried, I hated making their lives harder than they've already been made.

But I can lie to her. She already knows.

"No," I whispered, my eyes watering, both from when I threw up and from the situation right now. She wrapped her arms around me, both of us still kneeling on the floor. She held me close to her chest, hugging me tightly. 

All the build up from these past few weeks, these weeks where I've burnt my feelings out when I left like crying, came up in the form of tears and began to stream down my face. I let out one quiet sob, but that's all I allowed.

"Y/n, how long?" Pansy asked,

"What?" I asked, my voice strained from trying to stop my tears from flowing.

"How long have you been doing this?"

"Maybe...two months?" she hugged me tighter and I let out another sob, weakly -annoyingly- unable to stifle it.

"Who else knows?"

"Nobody. But you can not tell anyone, Pansy, Nobody. Ever. Okay?"

"If you don't want to me to tell anyone then I wont."

"Thank you. And it isn't that big of a deal."

"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"...Cover for me when I'm not at meals?"

"I can't do that."

"Pans...please. You don't understand, please."

"I don't want you to get sick."

"I wont, I've made it this far, haven't I? It's just...I can't. Lately I just...can't."

"Can't eat?"

"Yes, please, if you care, please just...cover for me."

"Okay." she sighed.

"Thank you." she brought me in for another hug. A bit later I suggested we catch up with everyone before they get suspicious. We both left the bathroom and and were quick enough to catch up with our friends in the halls before they entered the common room.

We all entered together, Kayden was talking about something, some political shit or something that we only ever pretend to care about, it makes him happy so whatever.

"Then Cornelius Fudge was like-" I tuned him out and stuck to my own thoughts.

Will Pansy keep her promise?

What if she doesn't?

If everyone finds out then they're lives will be so much harder.

I'm actually better off dead. I've never believed it more.

"Y/n? You good?" Kayden pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, fine, just tired." I know it's a stupid excuse but it works best, it works so good because all of us are tired and they all understand. Pansy looked at me, worry in her brown eyes. I gave her a look that told her everything is fine, I think I may be able to fool her.